My heart was pounding. She would push them as deep as possible until she could reach her g-spot. Xxnx Two weeks after, I was hiding in her dorm room closet, waiting to jump out with balloons and a poster that said, “Prom?”. Something that wasn’t Ashley. As my cock hardened, I would grasp it in my right hand and jerk my shaft with long, hard strokes. We both laughed at the same things, enjoyed the same food, and listened the same music. I would reciprocate, leaving my cock in full view. This should be fun, I thought with a grin. Her slickness would offer no resistance to her fingers, which would fly in and out at lightning speed. I pulled over to the shoulder of the highway. Quietly, I slid open the closet door and crept up behind the fucking couple.
